(Part II) Continued from Falcon Opens World of Mystery & Hope
“No,” I scream out, waving my arms and telling the bird to go. I run up the hill, but the falcon hardly takes note of my threats, as it glides off the watering devise, in the direction of the small helpless baby chicken, and then swoops upward away from the bush and out of the yard.
The rooster earned his keep that day. Who knows what might have happened had he not set off an alarm to chase the predator away from our domicile.
But, I was wrong. The bird had not come for the chick. I did not know this until days later, when I received the fourth visit from this magnificent flyer. He came for me! He had flown back to my yard and patiently waited on a decorative log on the top of our rock garden looking directly at me through the small back window just 12 feet away.
How long had he been staring, his steely eyes contemplating me, I’ll never know. But when I looked up from the kitchen sink, I knew one thing. The falcon was a messenger. And it was up to me to figure out the message.
I started to research the Native American symbol of the bird. One source said the falcon animal totem comes to us when we need a higher vision, or to solve a problem of highest importance in one’s life.
Falcons have symbolized many characteristics throughout history. They include superiority, spirit and light, as well as prophecy, aspiration , intensity and freedom, according to Avia Venefica, creator of www.Whats-Your-Sign.com.
At its core, said Venefica, the falcon animal totem represents “visionary power,” as well as wisdom, and guardianship. The bird is said to “awaken visionary power,” and lead one to their life purpose. The bird carries with it a message of transition and change, she noted on her website. (See Symbolic Meanings by Avia Venefica.)
So, what message am I to look for? It can only be one of a spiritual nature. I feel my consciousness has been raised through daily meditation and exposure to Buddhist dharma as well as Sufi poetry and dozens of God-fearing . . . no, scratch that. “God-loving” writers here on the Internet who pour their hearts out about themselves, their loves and their hurts, while joyously sharing the small victories over their adversities and everyday problems.
I have taken in so much the past few months and I feel like I am walking to the edge of a diving board. A high diving board. I am about to place all of my weight on my legs and then push-off from the board . . . and fly.
To where, I don’t know. I think it’ll be a higher plane, perhaps one I have long aspired toward, but was too afraid to let my Self go. But I will Soar . . . just like that falcon.
Please make sure the window by the computer is wide open for my grand entrance. And . . .